Ye Mu felt like a dream, and he came to this villa that had created countless terrible memories for himself.

When entering the hall, Ye Mu even felt that the picture of Xiao Yanyan punching and kicking himself suddenly came out of yesterday, and the pain seemed to still be on his skin.

Ye Mu saw the maid carrying his luggage to the guest room, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that what Xiao Yanyan said was true, and he would not touch himself during the days when he was playing his lover.

This night, Ye Mu lay silently in the guest room, tossing and turning, only feeling that this large exaggerated villa was cold and solemn, and the innocent undead who were mutilated by Xiao Yanyan were staring at him with wide eyes, as well as the kind man who helped him escape the most but died under Xiao Yanyan's gun.

Ye Mu only felt a chill down his spine, but he turned on the light in the middle of the night, and then shrunk his body into a ball and squatted in the innermost part of the bed, as if he felt a little safe.

Ye Mu firmly believed that he could go through these sixty days unharmed, because he was Ye Quan at the moment, not Ye Mu.

For a long night, Ye Mu seemed to sleep until dawn.

Xiao Yanyan didn't know when he came back, sitting in the dining room with breakfast expressionlessly, and he didn't dare to go downstairs after the leaf curtain was washed, as if he was about to face a flood beast.

Ye Mu didn't dare to make any sound when he walked to the living room, and the servants standing on both sides of Xiao Yanyan stood upright and rigorously as if they hadn't seen Ye Mu. Ye Mu was a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to speak, Xiao Yanyan lowered his head and ate silently, like a mysterious and weird oil painting, hiding a murderous atmosphere.

Finally put down the tableware in his hand, Xiao Yanyan glanced at Ye Mu, at this moment, Ye Mu was also like a servant, standing quietly at the table, just two hands nervously rubbed together, like a panicked teenager, Xiao Yanyan lazily raised his hand and pointed to a few pieces of paper on the dining table, his voice couldn't hear any emotion, "Come here, sign the contract." ”

Ye Mu came back to his senses in a daze, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up a few pieces of paper, and signed them carefully before picking them up and looking at them seriously. Only in this way can he show his devotion to him, Ye Mu, who has suffered many losses before, knows Xiao Yanyan's temper very well.

is the same as Xiao Yanyan said last night, the contract clearly states that as long as he plays Xiao Yanyan's lover seriously and responsibly for two months, Xiao Yanyan will pay himself 20 million, and he especially emphasized that he will not touch himself during this period.

The last few sentences were picked up by Xiao Yanyan casually, but he didn't know that it was this condition that gave Ye Mu the courage to face him for two months.

"May I ask Mr. Xiao" Ye Mu asked very politely and softly: "These two months"

"I'll tell you what to do." Xiao Yan leaned on the seat, his voice as cold as a knife, "If you do something you shouldn't do." Xiao Yanyan's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, with a dignified murderous aura, he reached out and picked up the goblet containing red wine, and the corners of his mouth were raised lightly in an instant, which was the smile that Ye Mu was most afraid of, because he could always spit out the most cruel words in the next second, "What is in this cup is your blood." ”

Probably hearing too many words like this, Ye Mu just nodded again and again, and there was no overwhelming fear in his eyes, which made Xiao Yanyan a little surprised.

Ye Mu suddenly remembered the content of the contract, and he wanted to play a good role as a conscientious lover, since he was a lover

Thinking like this, Ye Mu pulled out the chair in front of him and prepared to sit down, thinking to himself if he would be able to make Xiao Yanyan feel that he was indeed acting in accordance with the contract.

It's just that before he sat down, a glass of red wine was splashed on Ye Mu's face, and before Ye Mu could calm down from the sudden coldness on his face, he was suddenly kicked and fell to the ground.

Immediately after, the voice of the frozen three feet full of cruelty sounded, "Who allowed you to sit down!" You deserve to sit in this chair too? ”

Ye Mu was at a loss, and suddenly looked at Xiao Yanyan, there were only two chairs around the huge dining table, wasn't the rest of the one prepared for the role he played? Ye Mu felt aggrieved, but he didn't dare to look at it, remembering that when he was still Xiao Yan's confinement, he had been forced to sit there.

Suddenly, Ye Mu realized the reason for Xiao Yanyan's anger, it turned out to be because of the dead self.

"Take him down and change his clothes." Xiao Yan said in a deep voice with a gloomy face, as if the resentment that had accumulated for thousands of years between his eyebrows was ready to go, he turned around and left the restaurant, he was not angry with the man in front of him, but with himself, who could always be hooked out of the most painful thorns in his heart by some boring existence.